𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘪'𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 What happens when a popular gamer faces the reality of his neighbor? But more so, what happens when the first year resident, hates her neighbor for living freely? An 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞. They're both confused why they're so attracted to each other. But can the gamer play the game?

Хэзээ ч эвлэхээргүй эвлүүлдэг тоглоомын хэсгүүд... Орд харш шиг байшингийн дээвэр дор амьдардаг танихгүй хүмүүс. Удахгүй живэх цаасан онгоц шиг бидний хайр... Гол дүрд: И Хисын, Ян Жонвон.

"𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦. 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝?" He whispered in my ears with his husky voice as he pinned my hands against the wall. He had never been tempted to own anyone... until her. But will their relationship work out in the midst of their hidden secrets? A Lee Heeseung fanfiction featuring enhypen members. Book 1 of 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬❉

𝒂nd it's so cliche, but, girl, you make me feel some typa way ━━━ 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿-𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁'𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝗒, 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗎𝗇𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝖼𝖼𝗎𝗋. 𝑺TARTED. 06/04/24. 𝑪OMPLETED. 15/07/24. 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐱 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞. 𝟗𝟎𝐒 𝐀𝐔.  -saebyeok 2024.

「 ⩩ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Hana, a doctor who saves lives, is forced into the arms of Heeseung, a merciless mafia hitman who takes them. When their worlds collide, blood and fate intertwine. Yet fate is cruel, and now she stands in front of him-a beauty in the hands of a beast, a healer trapped with a killer. 」 ══════⊹⊱≼≽⊰⊹══════ "Do you want to live?" His voice was almost a whisper now, dangerous, loaded with the weight of the question. Hana's throat felt tight, every word a struggle to force out. "I... I do..." she breathed, the words barely escaping her lips. The cold metal against her skin was the only thing she could focus on, and it was the only thing that was keeping her from losing herself completely. But she didn't give in. Not yet. Heeseung didn't move for a long time, his eyes never leaving her face. He didn't lower the gun, but his hand didn't shake, his resolve unwavering. "If you want to live," he murmured, his voice low and almost distant, "then you'll have to prove it to me, doctor." Her pulse raced, but she nodded, her gaze steady. "I'll do whatever it takes." Then, without warning, he moved toward her. His voice, low and velvety, broke the silence, his words cutting through the tension like a blade. "Then marry me."